"Nope. ”

Even after being teased, Filly was able to repeat his lie with poise: "We just ...... amicably"

"You should kill her. The old man interrupted him rudely, and there was bitter hatred in his cloudy eyes: "Abigail? Norman...... She's a monster who deserves hell!"

Filly was slightly stunned: "Abigail...... That's the name of Lady Raven?"

"Do you think there would really be someone called 'White Crow'?" the old man sneered, "she probably thought that no one remembered her name anymore, and her appearance ...... But I remember. I even remember her family's house, right next to that half-dead poplar tree......"

"There are no poplar trees in the village. Her great-granddaughter Jima couldn't help but interject, "You must be ......"

"Not here. The old man interrupted her impatiently, "Not this village, Hessel...... Further north in her cursed castle, where I was born......"

Hima shuddered, "You mean, that haunted village in the woods?"

"Haunted?" said the old man with a wry laugh, "did your mother tell you? Did she tell you why the place was haunted? Oh, of course she wouldn't, she didn't know anything at all, she just likes to tell you all the nonsense!"

"It's grandma...... "Jima lowered her head: "My mother is long dead, great-grandmother ......"

The old man tilted his head in confusion, as if he didn't remember anything like this.

"I'm sorry. Jima squeezed out a little smile at Fili awkwardly, "My great-grandmother doesn't have a very good memory. Maybe I should take her home to rest......"

"I don't need to rest!" cried the old man, "I'll be able to rest soon...... Rest forever, but not now. Not now...... I don't need to rest!"

The old man's claw-thin left hand suddenly grabbed Fili's placket, and the battle-hardened paladin instinctively retreated, but he still couldn't dodge.

"You need to know!" the old man roared through gritted teeth, "your god needs to know too!"

The old man's saliva almost squirted into Fili's face, and the Paladin stiffened in a half-leaning position, listening to her mournful voice like a night owl, "Someone has to remember what that woman did...... She's going to hell! she's going to hell countless times!"

A cold hand easily ripped her left hand off Fili. Never before has Philip Zeri welcomed Is's cold, hard, unwarm voice like at this moment: "Anyone can only go to hell once." If you're only going to curse this boredom, don't waste our time. ”

One of the benefits of being an ice dragon. Presumably, it is possible to throw away all the etiquette or rules that ordinary humans have to follow. Iss had long since forgotten what Scott had taught him to respect the old and love for the young...... For the people he hates, no matter what race, status, or age, he doesn't have to pretend at all.

It was probably the chill that emanated from his body that made the old man finally shut his mouth and retreat with fear and trembling.

Filly straightened up. Breathe a sigh of relief. Even if he didn't want to face this old woman who was more terrible than the undead, he had to continue to be his humble and kind paladin - and besides, he really needed to know more about the female mage.

"I'd love to hear you continue. He took advantage of the slight bow to sneak back from a safe distance, "But maybe we can find a more suitable place?"

More and more curious eyes have fallen on them, and there are some things that the less people know, the better.

Pushing open the broken wooden door of the Quint house, the rancid stench nearly banished Filly out of the door. He held his breath. blinked, but still forced himself to walk in.

"I'm sorry. My lord. In a panic, Hima helped her great-grandmother to sit on the only chair in the room that seemed to be able to sit on, and as she ran around opening all the windows, she looked back and asked, "Where's Grandma......?" Do you know where Grandma went?"

The room, barely counted as a living room, looked like it hadn't been cleaned up for a long time, it was dusty and messy, leftovers rotting in dishes that never seemed to be cleaned, and a few rats were fearlessly burrowing around the corner, until Iss walked in with a frown and then fled in panic.

Curiosity triumphed over the stench - Tess dragged Naria, who dragged Iss in, and before long even Rosa crept in, standing quietly by the window.

"I don't know. She's gone, or she's dead, let it be. The old man waved his hand nonchalantly.

Himma's figure froze in front of the fireplace, and it took a moment to turn around.

"I'll ...... I'm going to boil some water. As she spoke, she rushed out of the house with reddened eyes.

Naria's gaze followed her back, and something suddenly seemed to weigh on her - at least, for Hima, life in the castle was probably better than here...... Much easier than in her own home.

"You must know......" The old man didn't seem to care about anything, but repeated it over and over again with hatred.

"What do you want to know?" said Iss, impatiently, "can you say anything useful besides?"

The room was silent, no one stopped his rudeness, and Tess even nodded vigorously and gave him a thumbs up, but was helplessly pressed down by Naria.

The old man looked at him in a daze, and after a moment, finally spoke again:

"Abigail Norman, they say she's the most beautiful girl in Hessel...... No, it wasn't just Hessel, Liv always told me that the bard who came from town that year said she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, and that he had traveled all continents...... Abby, Abby, people call her that, loved by everyone, envied by everyone, until they find out that the most beautiful girl is a monster, a monster that only brings disaster and death......"

In the midst of the old man's chaotic narration, Is's eyes widened in surprise - he seemed to have heard the story...... From another person, in a completely different way.

Abby started out as just an ordinary girl. She was born after her two older brothers, and because she was sweet and cute, she was not only the youngest daughter of the family who was loved by the family since she was a child, but also loved by the whole village. Although it is somewhat arrogant, it is not to the point of being annoying, and some people will even come to remote places from distant villages and towns just to see her beauty.

When Abby was fifteen years old, a knight from Walker, Quincy Wifred, was attracted by her beauty and tried in every possible way to please her, and decided to marry her.

The story ends happily and happily. The whole village was invited to the wedding, and the knights brought endless wine from afar, and the singing and dancing continued all night...... Until the joyful bride discovers that her newlywed husband is drunkenly kissing another woman.

Abby, who had never been so humiliated, screamed almost frantically. The warm bonfire roared and exploded, the screams of those burned by the flames pierced the night sky before dawn, the wine from the cracked barrels was as red as blood, and the clay wine glasses shattered one by one, and blood flowed from people's ears......

A beautiful wedding reception turned out to be a disaster.

A total of three people died at the wedding feast. Abby's family and Wifred did everything they could to comfort the deceased's loved ones and injured guests so that Abby would not be dragged out of the house and burned at the stake...... Then the knight left his newly married wife behind one night and quietly left, and Abby was never seen again for a long time.

The villagers of Hessel had a lot of speculation. The kindest one is that the girl is coveted by a demon because she is too beautiful, and more people tend to say that she is possessed by a demon or that she is simply a demon herself...... It is said that Abby's father had quietly brought in a priest from a distant town, and the priest stayed in Abby's room for a long time before leaving without saying a word.

Not long afterward, a mage appeared on the village path and knocked on the door of Norman's house.

He stayed at the Norman house for a while, but no one knew when he left. All one remembers is Abby's sudden reappearance in the village, pale and haggard, with a sad expression, but still beautiful. Her parents and brother claimed that she had only been ill and that she had recovered, but people were still cautious and kept away.

The once proud girl became unusually silent and easily frightened, but no longer showed any unexplained power. In the face of any intentional or unintentional insult or provocation, she just endured it silently, only occasionally flashing a spark in her eyes...... She was found wearing a dark and ugly iron ring on her white wrist, and she often stared at the ring in a daze. When asked, her family would panic and explain that it was a gift from a pastor to protect her from the disease.

Years passed without incident, and the people of the village gradually accepted Abby again, but no one dared to marry her. Then, to everyone's surprise, Quincy Wifred, Abby's nominal husband, who had left silently a few years earlier, returned to the village again, sincerely knelt on one knee in public, apologized to his wife, and took Abby away.

I still remember the smile on her face...... Nothing compares to it. The old, low voice echoed through the room, then vanished. The old man hung his head, as if trapped in memory...... It's like falling into a coma again.

“...... And then?" Tess asked, raising her voice, "It sounds like she hasn't done anything unforgivable other than losing control and accidentally hurting a few people, so why do you hate her so much...... Are there any of your relatives among the dead?"

The old man looked up at her, his wrinkled face distorted with resentment, and Tess couldn't help but shrink down from Naria's side.

"You think that's all?" said the old man, who cracked his empty mouth and laughed bitterly and hideously:

"No...... This is just the beginning. ”.

(To be continued......)